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Tschana
Tschana is one cool bitch. She lives the life most hope to. Whenever people want fun around, they call Tschana. She is pretty much a party in a box. Guys love her, girls want to be her.
Girl 1: I'm bored.
Girl 2: Me too.
Girl 1: Let's call Tschana!
Girl 2: Great idea! She is so much fun!
Girl 1: Gosh, why didn't I think of that?
Girl 2: Seriously, I love her!
Guy 1: Dude, want to hang out tonight?
Guy 2: No, I'm hanging out with Tschana!
Guy 1: Really?!?! I'm so jealous, she told me she was busy!
Girl 2: Me too.
Girl 1: Let's call Tschana!
Girl 2: Great idea! She is so much fun!
Girl 1: Gosh, why didn't I think of that?
Girl 2: Seriously, I love her!
Guy 1: Dude, want to hang out tonight?
Guy 2: No, I'm hanging out with Tschana!
Guy 1: Really?!?! I'm so jealous, she told me she was busy!
Tschana by **You Know It** February 4, 2010
breatharian
breatharian by leena gabor November 8, 2005
Word of the Day on June 3, 2026
A Booger In The Nose Of Progress
"Militarily, that inquest was a booger in the nose of progress."
or
"As far as human rights are concerned, this political infighting is a booger in the nose of progress."
or
"As far as human rights are concerned, this political infighting is a booger in the nose of progress."
A Booger In The Nose Of Progress by Rok'n'rol Wannabe October 19, 2006
Word of the Day on June 2, 2026
fogey
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)